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I’m yellin’—MOTHERFUCKER!—‘cause some pimp tries overchargin’ me. I ain’t no sucker, I know the game! Saw this chick, legs for days, struttin’ like she owns the block. Made me happy as hell—thought, *Diamonds are a girl’s best friend*, right? But then she quotes me triple—TRIPLE!—what I’d pay for a burger. I’m like, “Bitch, this ain’t no Moulin Rouge cabaret, I ain’t droppin’ a fortune for your sparkly ass!” Laughed my ass off—humor in the hustle, y’know?

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I try to keep feelings pure. Sometimes you see anger. Once, a rude tourist upset me near Riverpoint. I yelled, “Get outta here, partner!” in my best George W. Bush style. But mostly, it’s joy. The city gives you feelz like a kung fu master’s calm during a storm. “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” vibes, like soul meets action.

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